Name: Sorotora(Lone Tiger)
Country: Spira, now resides in Midgar
Race: Ronso:
Large creatures covered in blue fur from the cold north. These creatures, until recently, had very little to no dealings with people. However, with the approach of more Magicite and newer technology, they have come down from their mountains and began to interact with people far more. Their bodies hold great physical strength and are built to take a lot of punishment. However, due to their seclusion from what most would consider a civilized nation, they aren’t as wise or intelligent when using more conventional means of measurements.
Bonus: +5 Strength, +3 Constitution
Drawback: -3 Intelligence, -3 Wisdom
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Soul Sphere: Squire Tier [Level 1]
TIER Level 1
Squire
Description: The beginning of all great knights begins as a squire. This grants rudimentary skills in the wielding of various weapons and the foundations for being a great knight.
Rank: 1
Evolves To: Knight
KP to Next:
Type: Melee
Bonus: Str +2 and 1 per 10 levels, Con +1 and 1 per 10 levels, HP +100 and 10 per 10 levels
Abilities: Master Sword, Master Axe, Master Polearm
Magicite: Blizzard series; Enhancer series
~Appearance~
Height: 6'5
Weight: 215 lbs
Hair: White, silver as it gets to the edges
Eyes: Crystal blue
Physical Description: A muscular physique covered in an orange colored fur that resembles that of a bangle tiger. Short and trimmed for a more domesticated look as to not stand out while in a city setting. The hair on his chest and his head a raven black. Unlike other Ronsos his hair was braided in in several small braids, rather than 2 or 3 thick ones. His tail not having fur on the tip like other Ronso. It was smooth like that of a tiger, most likely cosmetically altered. A black horn protruding from his forhead only about six inches long because he is still young and maturing.
Clothing: x minus the helmet, gloves and boots
Background: Sorotora and his elder brother Hikyuu were born in the snow covered peaks of Mount Gagazete. A peak that was considered sacred to all of the people of Spira. It was once a place of trials for the summoners of the lands of Spira. But that tradition was long sense broken. There were new traditions for the young men of the Ronso race.
As brothers that were quite close in age, it was decided that the two youths would be permitted to take the their rite of passage into adulthood together. They were to collect certain elemental ingrediants from monsters around the lands of Spira. The enchanters that visited Gagazete but once every few years were to visit soon. And as a rite of passage the boys would have their spears enchanted with a magic that would allow them to protect the future generations. So at the ages of 10 and 12, the boys would set out on their adventure, little did they know that it would alter their lives more than they could possibly comprehend.
They were given the information on where to find each of the elements. But being as young as they were they had to learn to navigate this new world on their own. Some of the lands were dangerous, but they survived by watching each others backs. Not like brothers but like true tribesmen of the Ronso. In such a way that would surely make the village elder proud upon their return. They were wounded from their adventures to collect what they did. So they would not be able to make it past the next unexpected trial.
They would encounter a monster that was legend to their people. It was something that no one saw, only heard stories about. Something that was told as a scary story to frighten children. The fabled chocobo eater. It had come after them for a reason they could not comprehend. Perhaps because they carried the scent of blood on them? Perhaps because the fur was bushy like chocobo feathers. They had become strong in the couple months that they were gone. But it was still nothing to prepare them for this. They could hit it and hit it. Hack away flesh. But it did no good. They would fight it for what seemed like days. Eventually they would become so tired that they would just collapse. What they didn't realize is that the monster was never trying to kill them.
Sorotora would awake in a strange place. His arms and legs shackled down. His vision was fuzzy and distorted. He had tranquilizer running through his system. There were concrete walls around him, something he had never seen before. Starting to panic he would thrash and jerk trying to break free until the shackles started to cut into him. His roars were echoing, hardly escaping the room do to the concrete. His struggling lasted several minutes before he heard a voice as a door shut.
"Calm down, young Ronso. That is if you want to see that brother of yours again.. You will both work for me. If one of you fails, the other dies."
The man had a horrible sinister laugh behind him. With that Sorotora passed out again, the tranquilizer taking effect from his getting so worked up.
The next time he awoke, he found clothes, a weapon, guides to things to learn. And for some reason he understood perfectly. This was the enchanters that kidnapped them and took them to a foreign land. They never wanted to help the Ronsos. They wanted mercenaries to twist for their own desires. They held the power. Working for freedom is all the brothers could do. Waiting til the day they could meet again.
Personality: Typically quiet. Holds disgust for most humans because of what has happened to him. But over time has gotten used to the city and surroundings and has become fluent in the human language by force. But inside every domesticated cat, still lies a beast.
Other:
Equipment:
Weapon:
Demon's Pike
Description: All along the twisted pole used to hold this massive blade up, there is an ancient language carved into it. It is said that the blade get’s it reddish glow from all the gore and horror it’s inflicted. In reality, the blacksmiths that make this thing are just really clumsy and easy bleeders.
Rank: IV
damage: 20-80 + str mod
Equipped: Two Hand
Requirements: Str 80+, lvl 25+
Special: + 5 to attack melee
Sheild:
Armor:
Mythril Mail
Description: Surprisingly well made and equally light, this armor provides the type of protection one would want with none of the drawbacks of heavier armors. Thanks to the Mythril Silver used, it even sparkles a little bit.
Rank: IV
Defense Modifier: -12 / -20 MDf
Dexterity Penalty: 0
Equipped: Body
Requirements: Lvl 5+
Accessory:
Auto-regen pendant:
Automatically casts regen at beginning of combat, after 5 posts there is a 1 post cool down before it recasts.
Effect: At the beginning of every post, heal hp = max HP/20
Techniques:
Spells-
Blizzard
Description: The user summons a blast of frozen air at the target
MP: 15
Damage: ice 10-30 + Int
Requirements: Magic 10+, Focus 10+
KP to Master: 50
Rasp
Description: A forceful blast of magical energy blows away at the targets own magical force, reducing the targets MP instead of HP.
MP: 20
MP Damage: 10-40 + Int
Requirements: Magic 15+, Focus 15+
KP to Master: 60
Bravery
Description: A spell to increase the attack power of a target.
MP: 15
Effect: Inflicts "Bravery" status
Requirements: Magic 30+, Focus 20+
KP to Master: 50
Blind
Description: The user summons magic to inflict blindness.
MP: 20
Effect: Inflicts "Blind" Status.
Requirements: Magic 20+, Focus 20+
KP to Master: 55
Blizzara
Description: A shard of ice 50 Below Zero and dropping is dropped on your head.
MP: 30
Damage: ice 30-90 + Int
Requirements: Magic 30+, Focus 30+, Blizzard
KP to Master: 65
Gravity
Description: A focused ball of gravitation is placed around the target, cutting their health by a certain amount.
MP: 70
Damage: Cut's target's HP by current HP/10(10%)
Requirements: Magic 40+, Focus 40+
KP to Master: 80
Special: Spell cannot kill/KO
Blizzaga
Description: The upper atmospher is chilled to several hundred degrees below zero so a huge ice crystal can be formed and dropped on target.
MP: 100
Damage: ice 100-300 + Int
Requirements: Magic 100+, Focus 100+, Blizzara
KP to Master: 200
Special: If magic hits roll 1d10, if the result is 1 or 10 the target is also receives "Frost-Bite" status.
Abilities-
Master Polearms
Description: A part of the Master series of abilities. While anyone can use a polearm, it takes a pro to truly wield one with full efficiency. This grants that proficiency.
KP to Master: 50
Type: Support
Special: Allows full damage from polearm class weapons and use of abilities on weapon and attacks that require polearm class weapons.
Summons-
~Stats~
LV: 30
Experience: 0/3000
Combat Rank: Above average
HP: 4050+130=4180
MP: 540
AP: 1050
Base+distributed+trained+race+soulstone=total(mod)
Strength: 22+33+0+5+5=60(25)
Dexterity: 22+16+0=38(14)
Constitution: 22+51+0+3+4=80(35)
Intelligence: 22+7+0-3=26( 8 )
Wisdom: 22+1+0-3=20(5)
Charm: 22+2+0=24(7)
Df: 29
MDf: 24
Evasion Bonus: 9
Fortitude: 20
Reflex: 6
Will: 5
Damage:
Melee: 26-31
Polearm: 45-135
Range: 15-20
~Skills~
SP: 242/242 used
~Str Mod Skills~
Climb: 25
Martial Arts: 25
Melee Weapons(Polearms): 25+30+0=55
Swim: 25
~Dex Mod Skills~
Balance: 14
Disable Device: 14
Escape Artist: 14
Hide: 14
Move Silently: 14+15=29
Open Lock: 14
Ranged Weapons: 14
Roll: 14
Use Rope: 14
~Int Mod Skills~
Concentration: 8+5+0=13
Appraise: 8
Craft: 8
Forgery: 8
Knowledge: 8
Magic Skill: 8+35+0=43
Search: 8
~Wis Mod Skills~
Focus: 5+30+0=35
Item Mastery: 5
Listen: 5+10+0=15
Sense Motive: 5+20+0=25
Secret Language: 5
Spot: 5+20+0=25
~Cha Mod Skills~
Bluff: 7
Diplomacy: 7
Disguise: 7
Gather Information: 7
Handle Animals: 7+15+0=22
Intimidate: 7+62+0=69
Seduction: 7
~Possessions~
Money: 850 gil
Excess Equipment:
Items:
Potion(5)
Hi-potion(3)
X-potion(1)
Hi-ether(2)
5-hour energy drink(2)
Pheonix down(1)
Rag(2)
Valuables:
His medallion was given to him to wear as a sign of ownership by his handlers. He cannot remove it for fear of what will happen to his brother. It is enchanted with auto-regen as a way to protect their investment.
